My friend is a Pirates fan, the sort who goes to spring training every year. One year he meets one of these two Indian prospects in a sports bar, and they hit it off. Tim returns home and is surprised to find the guy turning to him as a confidante, corresponding with him as a smart fan who hopefully will give him a more nuanced view of the culture of the game than he's getting from his teammates and coaches, who all seem nice, but don't seem to be telling him the whole story. is honored. He tries to tell the guy what to expect. He finds it funny to hear his new friend straight-facedly using cliches he picked up from his teammates, like "I'm living the dream." "Is this really your 'dream'?" my buddy asks. "You just stumbled into a sport you never played before." But obviously, making big on any opportunity can be a dream to a guy from India. Then as time goes on, and injuries mount, my friend starts to realize that the team would likely have released his friend by now, but were probably hanging on until the film came out. Then he starts feeling guilty, as he starts to realize he's just another one in the circle of people not telling the prospect the whole truth. Anyhow, Tom McCarthy hasn't missed yet as a filmmaker or writer, but he's just the writer on this, and since it's seemingly more of a work-for-hire than his own baby, I suspect his winning streak isn't going to survive. Besides, the protagonist here is a sleazy sports agent. And with Jerry McGuire, the world may only have room for one film in which a sleazy sports agent finds redemption.